Willow Preston Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

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I dont think it's Preston is a whore as much as a pimp, whoring out you out to do his dirty work. I mean they all do.

There’s this hidden gem too, behind a run-down building on Birch Ln. (I swear it’s there, trust me, I’ve been there a thousand times, so sue me, haha). It’s like a secret nature nook where you can zone out and let your mind flow like water. Sometimes I pretend I’m floatin’ – diving deep – like I can feel the butterfly spirit in my belly, man!

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